Those of us who write fiction most often live in our heads. We have worlds in the there, populated with place and people and critters and…well…lots of things. Quite often, we transpose our own experiences onto those of our characters. It’s the nature of the beast. And, as usual, the Universe has explained the process to me in pretty simple terms. And yes, when I sit down to write, I do this things–consciously or unconciously. I can do it for my characters. Trust me, there are times when I wish I could do it for myself. 🤔
Changing one’s life is easy, Silver, and there are lots of ways to go about it, though all exact some sort of price:
Pinpointing invisible, limiting, self-sabotaging beliefs — Extremely demanding on brain cells and much easier to do if you have a friend who channels the dead, but either way, it’ll keep you busy for the rest of your life.
Discovering what occurrences in the past have misprogrammed you — A therapist can help, though expensive if you don’t have insurance, but you can both pretend you’re a complex person and that if it wasn’t for your childhood, you’d have the perfect life.
Distinguishing between those who really love you and those who just wish to use you — Super tricky, and may destroy perfectly good relationships, but with a good a lawyer you can laugh all the way to the bank while accepting little or no responsibility for your own happiness.
These are just a few of the most popular and widely written-about methods. Of course, you could also just begin imagining and moving toward the life of your dreams, treating everyone with kindness, and assuming all is well — profoundly and radically effective for both short and long-term gains, but totally lacking in drama, requires solo efforts, and is much too easy for most people to take seriously.
Silver, there are always exceptions, and exceptions to the exceptions, but all-in-all, life is easy, you are powerful, and thoughts unfailingly become things.
To a writer, thoughts do indeed become things–people, places, critters, etc. And there are exceptions to the way we think. That’s what makes us all unique–from the rest of the world and from each other. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m not setting authors and writers up as being elite or anything. We’re just regular folks with over-active imaginations who can take an idea…a “what if?”…and turn it into something tangible whether it be book, short story, flash fiction, script, or just a story told around a campfire. What thoughts do you wish could become things?